He smiled, feeling his strength rapidly depleting, and held Luo Yingbai tighter.
You said that you had come to this world, gained other family and friends, experienced many things you hadn’t before, and was no longer the past Ming Lang…”
“Actually, I knew you were saying this to make me give up. But I always wanted to tell you that compared to the past Ming Lang, I like the current you even more.”
“Because the more time I spend with you, the more I love you.”
The world before him gradually blurred. Xia Xianning saw countless floating cloud lights, with many jumping flames surrounding him and Luo Yingbai, then flying in strings into his body.
He suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Xia Xianning used his magical power to create a Weibo that could fulfill Luo Yingbai’s wishes. Each wish fulfilled would consume his own power, and by this final moment, his magical power was exhausted, completely spent.
This was an outcome he had long anticipated and never regretted.
But Xia Xianning forgot that from the moment of Weibo’s registration, everyone could communicate with Luo Yingbai through it. The people he helped and problems he solved were far beyond just a few red-lettered Weibo requests.
Countless strangers’ gratitude and admiration gathered into the most genuine and pure power in this world, honoring the deity who once protected them with his life.
Impermanence is also a kind of causation, never to be locked away by the heart.
As clusters of flames entered his body, the imagined burning sensation did not appear. His body felt as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring. Xia Xianning vaguely felt his strength refilling his limbs, but the inevitable drowsiness surged, and he quickly fell into boundless darkness.
The Crown Prince’s Return, with a grand and extraordinary procession. Ming Lang had just left the pavilion when he heard distant music approaching, with bells and strings playing melodiously and elegantly.
The man standing before him had his hands clasped behind his back, his eyebrows and eyes gentle and smiling, yet seemingly with a tear sliding down his cheek.
Ming Lang was startled, stopping to look carefully, but there was no one there – only a stubborn old sophora tree standing askew by the roadside.
He kicked the tree in frustration and continued walking.
